Hang up the chick habit.
Hang it up, daddy.
A girl’s not a tonic or a pill.
Hang up the chick habit.
Hang it up, daddy.
You’re just jonesing for a spill.

Oh, how your bubble’s gonna burst.
When you meet another nurse.
She’ll be driving in a hearse.
You’re gonna need a heap of glue.
When they all catch up with you.
And they cut you up in two.

Chick Habit
April March (1995)